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Charlotte Thompson interrupted Jordan Thompson’s desire to tell a story, coldly saying, "Just cut to the chase, I don’t have time for you to go on at length. Spit it out!"
Jordan grudgingly started to speak.
"It’s just that these little devils missed you so much, and I happened to have a rock concert in China, so I thought, why not bring them back with me..."
Jordan paused for a moment, his desire to survive overwhelming, "And besides, it’s been a long time since you saw them. I thought I could surprise you. Isn’t everything I’m doing for you?"
Charlotte directly ignored Jordan’s pleading, coldly spat out, "A surprise for me? It’s more like a scare!"
"A scare? How could that be? Sister Charlotte, aren’t you happy to see the kids?" Jordan frowned, not quite understanding.
"Do you know where they went?" Charlotte’s voice dropped, she asked.
Jordan blinked, a strange tremor in his heart.
They had only sneaked out for a few hours. Surely these little devils didn’t blow up the hotel.
Although they all looked well-behaved and cute, their energy was no less than that of most kids.
Not to mention, each of them was smart with a mind sharper than average kids. Could it be that they really...
Thinking about it, he broke out in a cold sweat and stuttered, "Did... Did they go and blow up the hotel?"
"Ha..." Charlotte was driven to laughter by her anger, but the lump in her chest was hard to dissipate.
"They didn’t cause any legal trouble."
Upon hearing this, Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good then, isn’t it? Since they didn’t, Sister Charlotte, don’t be angry anymore!"
"However, they went to Justin Battleson’s company and claimed he was their father." After finishing, Charlotte glanced at the six happy children who were playing nearby.
Helplessly, she held her forehead.
"What?" Jordan was startled. His mouth was so wide open that one could... stuff a duck egg into it.
"They might as well have blown up the hotel!"
Who is Justin Battleson?
Though the Thompsons weren’t inferior to the Battlesons, back then, Charlotte had married and divorced him under her alias Sophie Allen. It would be better to have nothing to do with the man for the rest of her life.
These clueless brats!
However, before Jordan could ponder further, Charlotte spoke again.
"Alright, I won’t bother arguing with you anymore. I’m giving you half an hour to get back here."
Half an hour is not enough at all!
"No, Sister, Sister Charlotte you..."
"No discussion. Or else, I’m throwing your luggage into the sea. You can go be your little mermaid."
Upon hearing Charlotte’s threat, Jordan didn’t even dare to negotiate.
"No, please, I beg you! You can kill me. Just don’t touch my luggage. You know that stuff is all my..."
Before Jordan could finish his sentence, the cold tone of the hang-up met his ears.
The desperate plea echoed down the empty security corridor.
He pocketed his phone, slumped back into the booth.
"Everyone, come here."
After hanging up the call, Charlotte walked sternly to the children.
Seeing her, the children quickly put down their toys and lined up.
Each of them looked apprehensively at Charlotte standing in front of them.